Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Nonexistent]

 

I thought I was a fool for no one,
But ooh, baby, I'm a fool for you

The man sat silently on one end of his couch, softly stroking the stubble beginning to grow on his chin. The large grandfather clock behind him, looming over him like a buzzard, the ticking reaching into his chest and tapping at his heart. He shifted uncomfortably, hands unfolding to drum unconsciously on the arm of the couch. Where was she? Why was she always late from work? Paranoia wormed its way into his brain, causing him to bite uncontrollably at his lip.

A click sounded, the click of a key in a lock. He sprang up and hugged her as she walked in, her high heels clicking along with the ticking of the clock. She kissed him breezily on the cheek and delicately hurled her black leather bag across the room, turning as it fell into the open closet. She kicked off her heels and stormed into the kitchen, hardly noticing the full meal that he had prepared for her. She sat down. He hesitantly followed, trying to search her gaze, trying to find the reason behind the silence that always followed them like slush after snow.

She shoveled a few spoonfuls of mashed potatoes into her mouth, then glanced at her Blackberry. Her eyes widened and she stuck her index finger up, then got up and walked away.

He buried his head in his hands, trying to swallow the anger that rose within him. It was just work... just work... wasn't it? He lifted his head and turned, watching her shadow from the other room. Every day was like this. He tried so hard to get her attention, anything to get a word out of her, anything to feel anything. Rage bubbled in his stomach, a sneer plastering itself on his unshaven face. 

Every little kiss was a lie, every awkward silent exchange, every glance. It was glaringly obvious. And yet... and yet... he loved her so much... he could not bear to live without her. The mere thought tore his heart to shreds.

But wasn't it already in shreds?

He glared at her as she strolled back into the kitchen, plunking herself down on her seat, her eyes trained on her mashed potatoes. Her cheeks were tinted pink and her watery blue eyes were filled with pure guilt.

You're the queen of the superficial, 
And how long before you tell the truth?

Love that song, love this story. Well done! <3

Thank you so much! <3
Muse is amazing. ;3

[Steffi.]

You all get a random LeahPeter story because this conversation was too adorable to keep to myself. e_e Conversation actually happened through text message, I'm just giving it a fluffy story~


Peter ~ Leah

I walked to school from my house through the foot of snow that had fallen over night. It wasn't very much, especially since it was late November already, but it was enough for me. There had been more of it the day before, but the sun had melted it a bit.

I was wearing a blue scarf to keep myself warm. It was in vain of course; I'm always cold. I have various blood problems, causing me to be constantly cold.

Suddenly, warm hands snaked onto my shoulders. The heat stung my numb limbs and I let out a gasp. But once I saw who they belonged to, I smiled. He smiled back.

"Hi Peter."

"Hi Leah. Merry Christmas!"

I huffed at his comment. The breath made a little cloud in front of my face that quickly melted away. I did celebrate Christmas, but I was not religious like Peter and refused to say it before December 15th. He knew this, but often tried to get me to say it earlier.

He frowned. "So is that a 'no', or a 'Merry Christmas to you, my best friend Peter'?" He asked me. I turned around and looked up at him. He was a lot taller than me, so I had to crane my neck to make eye contact.

"Think reeeeeeeeally hard about this."

"I'll take that as a no?"

I smirked. "Maybe." He smiled again.

"Are you suggesting that you're thinking of saying it back?"

I tapped my chin for effect. "Depends." I decided finally.

"On what?!" He asked eagerly, obviously excited that he might be able to get me to say it.

I thought about it. "Stuff..."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Oh, you know..."

"No, I don't. What kind of stuff?"

I turned again, my back now facing him. "I suppose you'll just have to find out." I continued walking the way I had been headed.

"WHAT?!" I heard his scream. He ran to catch up, and was soon walking in front of me, but backwards so that we were facing each other. "No, you have to tell me! I'm a stupid boy and you're a smart girl! It;s your job to inform me of this stuff!"

"That's too bad I guess." I said evenly.

"So you're not going to tell me, and I'm supposed to figure it out." I nodded. "...Do I get a hint?"

"Nope."

"If I can figure it out, will you tell me eventually?"

"Maybe." I could tell he was starting to get really frustrated with me. Suddenly, the agitated scowl on his face turned into a knowing smile. He straightened out and flashed a toothed smile.

"Is this about you being madly in love with me?" he asked.

I thought about it. It was an inside joke between us and a few other friends, but I was certain that he knew it was partially true. I hadn't even considered an actual answer to what this entire conversation depended on, but this seemed good enough. "Possibly."

He gave a single nod of confirmation. "Ahh. I think I understand now. I think if you tell me, I can be sure." he said.

"No, no." I said back. I wasn't falling for that trick.

We parted as we headed to our separate classes, and I couldn't get the conversation out of my head. I suppose that if he said something that had to do with me being in love with him, I might crack and say it. Might.

~+~

I walked through the snow again, freezing as always. I was on my way to home now, as school was over.I felt Peter's constantly warm hands and arms wrap around my waist. He lifted me off the ground and I squealed happily.

"HEY LEAH!" He said as he swung me around.

"Peter! Put me down!" I begged between laughing fits.

He set me down and spun me so that we were facing each other and grabbed my shoulders. "Merry Christmas." he said, smiling. I huffed directly into his face, the fog making him squint.

"Let me guess. It depends."

"Yep."

He sighed, frustrated and let go of me. We continued walking in silence for a bit before he cut through it.

"Leah, were you asking me whether or not I like you?" I stopped walking, his question shocking me for some reason.

"What?"

"Or, in your words, 'madly in love with you'?" He asked. He turned so that we were facing each other. I thought over his question for a moment.

"Maybe, maybe."

He bent down to make eye contact with me. His brown eyes stared at mine intently. He smiled nervously and his cheeks flushed as he spoke. "I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that question.

I stared at him, not believing what he'd just said. I had no control over my reaction to it; I stretched upwards a but and pressed my lips to his. He straightened up, and I stretched up higher, my arms finding their place around his neck. He lifted me slightly, keeping his own arms wrapped around my back.

When I finally broke away from him, he gave me his adorable smile. He gave me an expectant look and I smiled back at him.

"Merry Christmas, Peter."

[Kami Sama]

Miridell, Charcoal and Aslik (Got no pics of the pup version, sorry > <)
A five year old Charcoal looked around, feeling afraid. She had just let go of her mother's hand for a second to look around, but now she was lost- and confused. She had wondered into the ugly part of town, the filthy, uncouth streets that Miridell had warned her against. "Momma? Momma, where are you? Where'd you go?"
A shifting noise- like someone was moving around in something- startled her, and with a yelp she stumbled backwards, trembling like a leaf in Autumn. "Wh- who's that? Are you a- a nasty man?" A surprisingly high-pitched, amused chuckle met her whimpers and a handsome-but-scrawny young boy, maybe ten or eleven with a mischievous face sat upright from where he was lying down, rubbish cascading off him like water down a waterfall.
"Hey, I'm not gonna kill you or anything. I'm just a young man who got a little lost in life, and am slow on the way to recovering." Charcoal tilted her head at the mysterious-sounding words and stepped a little closer, albeit a little hesitantly.
"'Recover?' ...A-are you hurt?"
Another laugh. Charcoal found she liked that light, charming sound. "No, not really, I suppose. Though I know I could use some fattening up, huh?"
"Darling! Get away from that monster!" Charcoal jumped as her prim and proper mother waddled up to her awkwardly in 12-inch heels, scooping her up into rather thick arms and dousing Charcoal in her heavily scented designer perfume. Yucky. "Darling, why did you run off? Are you hurt? And why are you talking to street trash?" Her voice was strained, and Charcoal could hear the venom under-laced in it. She felt scared.
"Momma, the nice person said he was hungry," she protested all the same, wiggling uncomfortably in her mother's iron grip. "Can't we give 'im some food?"
"No, darling. Any problems a little devil" -she spat the word- "like he might have is not our concern. Let's go, honey." She abruptly turned around and trotted off briskly, clutching the confused child to her chest.
'Bye, Charcoal mouthed sadly in the boy's direction. She saw an cheeky smile flash back at her as Miridell kept walking, walking away... and soon the odd kid disappeared from her sight. But the smile was imprinted on her mind forever.
That night, once her daddy kissed her forehead goodnight, Charcoal leaped out of bed and grabbed a pencil and the closest piece of paper she could find. Sitting at her big desk (because big girls didn't have purple mushroom-shaped tables anymore) with hands trembling with excitement, she drew a grinning boy with shaggy blonde hair holding hands with an equally happy girl with black pigtails.

Wrote more... will probs post later. Y'know, if you guys actually like it -_- But be warned, Miridell gets a lot eviler later on!

[vinyl]

Well here we are again,
It’s always such a pleasure,
Remember when you tried to kill me twice?
Oh, how we laughed and laughed,
Except I wasn’t laughing,
Under the circumstances I’ve been shockingly nice.
You want your freedom take it,
That’s what I’m counting on,
I used to want you dead but,
Now I only want you gone.
She was a lot like you,
(Maybe not quite as heavy),
Now little Caroline is in here too.
One day they woke me up,
So I could live forever,
It’s such a shame the same will never happen to you.

[TigressJaguiar]

Portal 2

[Inatae]

No idea, I just liked the colours.

[average]

please i beg you,
The water on the passenger seat window was running off sideways, on an unspoken route with slight ups and downs, and Alina concentrated on a single droplet, trying to ignore her pa's screams at her ma, who was gripping the steering wheel and yelling back. He spat insults at her and she replied with words such as 'God will judge you for your actions upon me'. This is how it was, even before Alina was alive, when they first came to America. He was better back then; she knew this only by her ma's stories. He was a doctor back in Ukraine, worked on barges for weeks at a time, leaving her ma alone with eight kids to take care of. Her ma worked too, she worked with the x-rays in hospitals. It was hard there; no diapers or baby food, let alone a car, and the nearest store was miles away. Alina couldn't imagine having to live like that.
tell me, tell me
When they got to America, her ma was quick to try and learn the language, first volunteering at the elementary school that her youngest children were starting school at, also trying to learn the language. But Pa was not like this. He didn't learn it, even with their kind neighbor's help, who helped them along and even took them to the hospital when Alina was born. Their names were Linda and David, and still to this day they checked in and bought presents for them, etc. They were like Alina and her sibling's godparents, although they were older than their parents. But even with their help, it was never enough. Her pa was a bitter man, and that seed was sowed deep into his heart, and it was too late to pull it out, for it grew thick roots and wrapped itself tightly around his heart. He first was mentally abusive, yelling and screaming, putting everyone down. But it was always Ma that had it the hardest. Pa would yell at her from the morning to night, night to morn.
all the things i want to know
Then it turned for the worse, he became even more hateful, greedy, and bitter. He would start being physically abusive, whether it was throwing boiling water at Alina's ma, or a shoe that he wore when he cleaned up the yard and their dog's feces, or even choking her; the last one was particularly recent. So on the way home from their weekly service at church, with her pa screaming behind her, Alina thought about these things with tears falling from her eyes, and she thought to herself, "When will it end?"
buttheraingavenoanswer

[. Delirium .]

please i beg you,
The water on the passenger seat window was running off sideways, on an unspoken route with slight ups and downs, and Alina concentrated on a single droplet, trying to ignore her pa's screams at her ma, who was gripping the steering wheel and yelling back. He spat insults at her and she replied with words such as 'God will judge you for your actions upon me'. This is how it was, even before Alina was alive, when they first came to America. He was better back then; she knew this only by her ma's stories. He was a doctor back in Ukraine, worked on barges for weeks at a time, leaving her ma alone with eight kids to take care of. Her ma worked too, she worked with the x-rays in hospitals. It was hard there; no diapers or baby food, let alone a car, and the nearest store was miles away. Alina couldn't imagine having to live like that.
tell me, tell me
When they got to America, her ma was quick to try and learn the language, first volunteering at the elementary school that her youngest children were starting school at, also trying to learn the language. But Pa was not like this. He didn't learn it, even with their kind neighbor's help, who helped them along and even took them to the hospital when Alina was born. Their names were Linda and David, and still to this day they checked in and bought presents for them, etc. They were like Alina and her sibling's godparents, although they were older than their parents. But even with their help, it was never enough. Her pa was a bitter man, and that seed was sowed deep into his heart, and it was too late to pull it out, for it grew thick roots and wrapped itself tightly around his heart. He first was mentally abusive, yelling and screaming, putting everyone down. But it was always Ma that had it the hardest. Pa would yell at her from the morning to night, night to morn.
all the things i want to know
Then it turned for the worse, he became even more hateful, greedy, and bitter. He would start being physically abusive, whether it was throwing boiling water at Alina's ma, or a shoe that he wore when he cleaned up the yard and their dog's feces, or even choking her; the last one was particularly recent. So on the way home from their weekly service at church, with her pa screaming behind her, Alina thought about these things with tears falling from her eyes, and she thought to herself, "When will it end?"
buttheraingavenoanswer

This is amazing! I really enjoyed reading it

[OMGItsFireFoxx]

You all get a random LeahPeter story because this conversation was too adorable to keep to myself. e_e Conversation actually happened through text message, I'm just giving it a fluffy story~


Peter ~ Leah

I walked to school from my house through the foot of snow that had fallen over night. It wasn't very much, especially since it was late November already, but it was enough for me. There had been more of it the day before, but the sun had melted it a bit.

I was wearing a blue scarf to keep myself warm. It was in vain of course; I'm always cold. I have various blood problems, causing me to be constantly cold.

Suddenly, warm hands snaked onto my shoulders. The heat stung my numb limbs and I let out a gasp. But once I saw who they belonged to, I smiled. He smiled back.

"Hi Peter."

"Hi Leah. Merry Christmas!"

I huffed at his comment. The breath made a little cloud in front of my face that quickly melted away. I did celebrate Christmas, but I was not religious like Peter and refused to say it before December 15th. He knew this, but often tried to get me to say it earlier.

He frowned. "So is that a 'no', or a 'Merry Christmas to you, my best friend Peter'?" He asked me. I turned around and looked up at him. He was a lot taller than me, so I had to crane my neck to make eye contact.

"Think reeeeeeeeally hard about this."

"I'll take that as a no?"

I smirked. "Maybe." He smiled again.

"Are you suggesting that you're thinking of saying it back?"

I tapped my chin for effect. "Depends." I decided finally.

"On what?!" He asked eagerly, obviously excited that he might be able to get me to say it.

I thought about it. "Stuff..."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Oh, you know..."

"No, I don't. What kind of stuff?"

I turned again, my back now facing him. "I suppose you'll just have to find out." I continued walking the way I had been headed.

"WHAT?!" I heard his scream. He ran to catch up, and was soon walking in front of me, but backwards so that we were facing each other. "No, you have to tell me! I'm a stupid boy and you're a smart girl! It;s your job to inform me of this stuff!"

"That's too bad I guess." I said evenly.

"So you're not going to tell me, and I'm supposed to figure it out." I nodded. "...Do I get a hint?"

"Nope."

"If I can figure it out, will you tell me eventually?"

"Maybe." I could tell he was starting to get really frustrated with me. Suddenly, the agitated scowl on his face turned into a knowing smile. He straightened out and flashed a toothed smile.

"Is this about you being madly in love with me?" he asked.

I thought about it. It was an inside joke between us and a few other friends, but I was certain that he knew it was partially true. I hadn't even considered an actual answer to what this entire conversation depended on, but this seemed good enough. "Possibly."

He gave a single nod of confirmation. "Ahh. I think I understand now. I think if you tell me, I can be sure." he said.

"No, no." I said back. I wasn't falling for that trick.

We parted as we headed to our separate classes, and I couldn't get the conversation out of my head. I suppose that if he said something that had to do with me being in love with him, I might crack and say it. Might.

~+~

I walked through the snow again, freezing as always. I was on my way to home now, as school was over.I felt Peter's constantly warm hands and arms wrap around my waist. He lifted me off the ground and I squealed happily.

"HEY LEAH!" He said as he swung me around.

"Peter! Put me down!" I begged between laughing fits.

He set me down and spun me so that we were facing each other and grabbed my shoulders. "Merry Christmas." he said, smiling. I huffed directly into his face, the fog making him squint.

"Let me guess. It depends."

"Yep."

He sighed, frustrated and let go of me. We continued walking in silence for a bit before he cut through it.

"Leah, were you asking me whether or not I like you?" I stopped walking, his question shocking me for some reason.

"What?"

"Or, in your words, 'madly in love with you'?" He asked. He turned so that we were facing each other. I thought over his question for a moment.

"Maybe, maybe."

He bent down to make eye contact with me. His brown eyes stared at mine intently. He smiled nervously and his cheeks flushed as he spoke. "I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that question.

I stared at him, not believing what he'd just said. I had no control over my reaction to it; I stretched upwards a but and pressed my lips to his. He straightened up, and I stretched up higher, my arms finding their place around his neck. He lifted me slightly, keeping his own arms wrapped around my back.

When I finally broke away from him, he gave me his adorable smile. He gave me an expectant look and I smiled back at him.

"Merry Christmas, Peter."

^-^ so cute

[GreenRaindrops]

Rihanna <3 Vanity